The American press has the blues. Too many authorities have assured it that its days are numbered, too many good newspapers are in ruins.

Don't try to make children grow up to be like you, or they may do it.

In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself, confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to one's beloved.

Skinny women don't enjoy being told they're skinny nowadays. They enjoy telling you how they got that way, as though starvation were an achievement.

It is fitting that yesteryear's swashbuckling newspaper reporter has turned into today's solemn young sobersides nursing a glass of watered white wine after a day of toiling over computer databases in a smoke-free, noise-free newsroom.

Schoolteachers seemed determined to persuade me that 'classic' is a synonym for 'narcotic'.

When you're the only pea in the pod, your parents are likely to get you confused with the Hope diamond.